2011 m. birželio 5 d., sekmadienis

Sand on toes




Oh hot sand on toes cold sand in sleeping bags. I come to know the friends around you are all you'll always have
Smoke in my lungs oh the echoed stone careless and young, free as the birds that fly

We stood steady as the stars in the woods
So happy hearted in the warmth
Rang true inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang
Just to bless the morning.

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